🕊️ the great Angela Bofill has died 🎶

she's one of the ones who saved me

I’m just blessed to have had her music, when I was a teenager, which was when I needed her most.

This has been a wild month. A wild two months. Three months, really. Full of writing — a lot of writing— plus researching, editing, and traveling. And attempting to come to terms with what the rest of this year might look like for me.

I recently saw Bad Boys: Ride or Die and adored it. It’s like watching a reunion show: everyone’s older but they’re still funny, obviously using quality moisturizer, and they have the non-frantic energy of people who made massive Hollywood money in our previous century. I had passes for a Bad Boys screening, but ending up seeing it nearby in Playa Vista. The theater had hot kettle-ish popcorn, which made me happy because I like salt with my sweet. The Cinemark, with its reclining seats, also had a bar. My date got me a Jameson, which I mixed with Coca-Cola Icee. If this is the future of movies, continue to count me in. I was also on a list for the premiere of …